#fencing with flowers hehe

[chrissdollie]

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⊹˚₊ summary: with your daddy away, matthew sturniolo visits your family's cozy farm where he convinces you to join him for a horse ride. you nervously gallop through town together and find yourself falling for the boy your father may never approve of. ︵︵ notes: farmers!daughter!reader x cowboy!matt, sfw, fluff, daddy issues, small bit of angst at the end, kind of a rapunzel and flynn ryder kinda thing (as mentioned by matt hehe), ending is not proofread ︵︵　word count: 2k

　　"those fuckin scoundrels," your father spits, stern eyes glaring out your tiny kitchen window as herders pass by, their horses kicking up dirt and dust. you lift your head from the overflowing sink to watch for the few seconds the men ride by. your father shuts the fridge with a sigh. you reavert your gaze to the distressed man, your fluffy lashes fluttering as you blink with concern.

"are you alright daddy?” you chirp, lazily brushing the sponge in your hand against a dainty pink plate as you watch the man wave his hand dismissively.

“fine, darlin, fine. check on the eggs when yer done there, alright?” he grunts, making his way towards the front door. you hum contently, quickly drying your hands and disregarding the dirty dishes before skipping through the homely cottage, bathed beautifully in the warm sun. “bye bye!” you kiss your dad's cheek, patting his back lightly as he pulls his jacket off the hook. the door opens and closes, and suddenly you're all alone again.

you don't mind it, humming quietly to yourself as you pick up your basket and step out the back door, your pretty boots crunching on the green grass. the only thing keeping you sane is the farm. your father doesn't let you go out-- he says exploring just leads to problems, and you listen because you'd never want to trouble your dear old dad. you're detached from the real world, though you don't really know it, do you? you're a quiet young thing with no ambitions unlike the other girls in town with dreams of leaving home and making a change.

the hens cluck familiarly as you step into the spacious chicken coop, smiling at your fluffy birds. like a giddy child, you talk to your animals, especially considering they're the only real friends you've got. "daddy's out in town; he wanta get some lambs, sheila! wouldn' that be nice?" you coo, politely moving your chicken to collect her eggs.

when you finish, you open the screened door to let the chickens out. they scramble past the threshold, freely wandering the farm as they please. your face brightens as you catch sight of your horse, petal, staring directly at you as if patiently waiting for your attention. you wouldn't admit it (especially not in front of the other animals), but she was your favorite part of the farm. you've had her since you were little, slowly watching her delicate white mane grow-- you click your teeth when you notice the pink flowers you'd left woven in her mane fading. then your eyes widen as you spot a smidge of brown hair moving behind her.

"hello..?" you call out as you clutch your basket tighter and hurry over to petal's fenced-in area. you gasp when you reach a man bent down on his knees, inspecting your horse's hooves. he looks up at you, and your heart pounds a little louder. you've seen him before, you have the biggest slightest remembrance of square dancing with the boy at one of the town gatherings. "oh," you sigh, clutching your heart. "hi matt," you mutter shyly.

it's been a while since you've seen matthew sturniolo-- ever since your father decided that now as a "big girl", boys would be eyeing you as you danced, therefore there was no more for you. the brunette hair is longer now, and his face has lost some of its pleasant youthfulness.

matt chuckles awkwardly as he stands, dusting himself off. "heya sweetheart-- m sorry to scare ya like this," he says with a gentle smile, holding his hand out to your free one. ever the charmer, he leaves a delicate kiss on your knuckles, and your nerves settle a bit.

the brunette exhales heavily, taking a quick look around the farm. "ts been a while, huh? i was, uh, lookin at your steed's foot there. seems like she needs a bit of care," matt gestures towards petal.

"oh," you whisper to yourself, eyes averting to your pet's hoof. he takes in your cute appearance, subtly grinning at your little stud earrings and bouncy pink dress. "is it.. bad?" you mutter before letting out a tiny gasp.. how rude you've been! "oh! um, are you thirsty? or do you want something to eat maybe?" you take a step back, ready to head inside. but he shakes his head, waving his hand.

"thank you, but i'm fine. actually came here to ask ya-- um... y'wanna go fer a ride?" matt asks hopefully, eyes searching yours for any signs of rejection.

your father would never agree. you gulp, dropping your head to your feet. "oh, i'm not sure.. daddy would--"

"im not askin what he wants." he cuts you off sharply along with a stern look. "do you wanna go fer a ride?... with me?"

you exhale, looking over to petal. it almost looks like she gives you a nod of encouragement. "i-i'm not very good.." you stammer embarrassedly, picking up your head. he chuckles again, tapping his foot against the grass lightly. "ill teach ya,"

you nod, lips parted. matt's head tilts towards a chicken by his boot, his grin widening. "they gonna be alright out?"

"oh! uh, one second.." you head behind the coop into a tiny shed, pulling out a handful of oats. spreading your palm, you call the chickens over, the oats being bait to lure them back into their home. the birds cluck loudly, stumbling over themselves as they follow you into the stall. "here you go babies," you coo quietly, spreading the oats around the ground. you dust off your hands before stepping out the screened door to a smiling, almost sheepish matt.

you awkwardly brush off your dress, looking around. "so.. where's your horse?"

matt nudges his head to the side. "wrapped to that tree righ’ there," he looks toward his brown steed tied to a thick oak tree. he hums contently, mindlessly playing with petal's clean mane, turning back to you. "so, shall we?"

you sway back and forth, still nervous about leaving the animals all alone. "needa put the eggs away first.. oh nd i need a saddle-- are you sure you don' wanna come in real fast?"

the brunette shakes his head, "nah, that's alrigh'. i'll help you and.." he pauses, motioning to the dying flowers in your horse's mane. "petal, right?" he asks with a giggle. you grin toothily and nod in confirmation, him nodding back.

"well, i'll help you two get geared up," he offers, flashing that enchanting smile you loved seeing back whenever you accidentally stepped on his shoes while dancing. he'd always reassure you, saying "that's alright," just as he did now, and give you that sweet grin that made your worries disappear.

matt steps away from your horse, his chaps swinging back and forth as he makes his way towards you. "so.. how've you been lately?"

leaving your beloved home for the first time in forever wasn't as hard as you initially thought it'd be. having matt as company helped, he soothed your worries with ease when you debated just staying with the animals like always. he caught you up on how to ride your horse, how to hold the reins, the right times to squeeze your legs, and steering. you got the hang of it again with little trouble (you almost fell off petal when mounting..) and you found yourself having great fun in the unexpected event.

"let's race!!" you grin, slowing down with matt trailing close behind you. he readjusts his black cowboy hat as he raises an eyebrow with his horse, jeff, pulling up next to you. "i dunno 'bout that, m pretty sure i'd win," he chuckles, petting petal with unintelligible coos.

the valley the two of you had been riding in for the past hour was gorgeous, with hardly any trees surrounding the large meadow, allowing you to feel free. you giggle with a nod, “yeah probably,”

matt stares at the side of your face for a moment before humming and taking off straight ahead with a loud laugh. you gasp with a wide grin before giddying up, racing behind matt.

you two race all the way home, the sun setting above you as you hear the familiar noises of the farm. “so it’s a tie then?” matt smirks, hopping off jeff. he walks over to your side, grabbing your hips before you could protest and helping you off.

you stick your tongue out a little. “i coulda won if ya didn’t take off before me.. but yeahhh it’s a tie,”

the boy ruffles your hair playfully, forcing a small giggle out of you that’s cut off shortly when you notice your father’s pick up truck in front of the house. you exhale, mentally preparing yourself for the upcoming stream of harsh curses. you turn to matt, kissing his cheek quickly. his eyes slightly widen, clearly taken by surprise.

“daddy’s home but um..” you’re immensely shy again, eyes locked on the dirt ground slowly getting darker as the sun fades away. “thank you for today. i really loved it..”

if you thought matt’s expression towards you couldn’t get any softer, it just did. he always wished there was something he could do about your restrictive father, but alas, he’s still just a boy. he can’t be your knight in shining armor yet.

he nods, placing a finger under your chin to lift your gaze. your eyes are glossy, bottom lip only slightly trembling, though matt’s able to catch it. he offers a gentle smile, rubbing a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. “we should do this again sometime, ay? me, you, jeff, and petal,”

“i think the fuck not.”

you and matt both jump at the raspy voice. you turn towards the back door where your father stands with a shotgun in hand. matt places his hand on his hat, “sir—“

“matthew get your goddamn ass off my land ‘fore i shoot you dead,” your dad spits, lifting the gun to rest in both hands. matt inhales heavily before snatching your hand into his. you let out a soft gasp, whispering, “what are ya doin?”

he ignores you, challenging your enraged father with a cold gaze. “i apologize for keepin your darlin out so late, sir.” he starts, keeping a firm stare. he couldn’t be your knight in shining armor then, he thought he couldn’t even save you now. but his giddy heart tells him to fight for you.

your daddy cuts him off again, “i don’t give a—“, only this time, matt keeps talking.

“i never was able to take her for a ride before you hid her away like fuckin rapunzel. guess that makes you mother gothel then, huh?”

as matt speaks, your eyes were blurred with tears, threatening to spill over any second. you kept your composure though, knowing your father hates when you cry. matt standing up for you made you proud and sick with adoration. but it’s also making matters worse for you, because now your father’ll come down on you even harder.

“you can shoot flynn ryder. go ‘head. you know who my parents are. and you know karma’s a bitch ain’t it?” he challenges, raising both eyebrows, keeping his hand in yours reassuringly.

your father scoffs, gripping his shotgun tighter before turning to you. “get yer stupid ass inside now.” he grits his teeth, his nose practically flaring steam.

you hesitantly drop matt’s hand, pulling petal in behind her fence quickly before running into the house, keeping your head down as you rushed past your father.

when you’re gone, he sucks his teeth, threatening matt to stay away before he steps into the house, clutching onto the door. before shutting it, he lets out an unexpected chuckle. “and by the way, jeff is a dumb ass name,”

matt huffs as the door slams shut. his eyes quickly avert to your room’s window as the light turned on, your dad’s yelling muffled by the walls. it’s then that matt realizes, he didn’t really save you at all.

help this is kinda short oopsies.. not doing a part 2 unless someone comes in my inbox with an idea (plz be specific 😞)

[thewritetofreespeech]

hehe. liked the married ex fic you wrote for Lucifer, and I'm inlove with your writing! it has a cloudy vibe to it. can I request Barbatos x mc who's dealing with a stalker?👀👀

Barbatos x reader - dealing with a stalker

When he first heard about the human that was living with the Demon Brothers as part of the exchange program, he had laughed.

It was a ludicrous idea. First, this whole ‘good will event’ in general, then putting a human in the thick of it with demons. They were going to eat them alive, he thought.

But as he spent more & more time seeing them around the school, he became more & more infatuated with them. Never able to get close with the brothers always hanging off them, along with the angels, but he desperately wanted to get close to them as well. He had to have them.

Sneaking past the gates and making his way over the fence, the besmitten demon cursed as his pant leg got stuck on some flower thrones. Struggling to pull away.

“May I help you?”

The young man turned in alarm to see a man looking up at him. A soft, but somehow super creepy smile, on his face as he stared at him. He had a vague memory of this man. His mind’s eye reminded him that he had seen him at school events and Devildom festivals along with Lord Diavolo. What was his majesty’s butler doing here?

“I was uh…just—“Climbing a fence. Yes, I can see that.” Barbatos interjected quickly, with that same eerie smile. “But it seems you’re stuck. Allow me.”

The young man wasn’t sure what whizzed past him, but suddenly his pant leg and the rest of the shrubbery fence had broke free and he was on the ground. “Apologies sir. That first step can be a doozy. May I help you up?”

“No, no. I’m fine.” He quickly replied as he stood on his feet and brushed his clothes off.

“Good. We wouldn’t want you hurt now. I take it you got lost on your way to the front door?”

“I uh…yeah…I guess….”

“So you decided to look for a short cut for the garden party over the fence. How industrious of you.”

‘Garden party?’ He thought, but then realized he had a reason to get in and quickly agreed, “yes, yes! I’m here for the garden party!”

“Wonderful. Could I have your name please?”

The young idiot quickly gave his name to the older demon. Who had a clipboard appear out of nowhere and seemed to scan it. “Hmm…I’m not seeing your name. Who gave you the invitation?”

“[Y/N],” he answered quickly, “they invited me.” He wouldn’t dare drop the brothers’ names, and they were the only other person he knew that lived in the house. “They totally did.”

“Ah. I see. Well, I’m not seeing your name, as I said. And I don’t think [Y/N] would be so repugnant to not tell me of an additional guest they were inviting.” The young man gulped. “I know! Why don’t we go ask them? I’m sure they can clear this all up.”

He felt his blood run cold at the suggestion. If they asked them about it in front of everyone, not only would be embarrassed, shunned out of school, and possibly murdered by the Demon Brothers, his chances of getting close to [Y/N] were out the window.

“Well it…it’s meant to be a surprise?”

“Oh! A surprise! Surprises can be fun.” The butler took another step towards him. That smile never leaving his face for a moment through the whole exchange, but suddenly seemed so dark & twisted that the young man felt he was going to be swallowed whole without him ever opening his jaws. “I especially like surprises that maybe never come. Maybe it will be today. Maybe next week. Maybe never. But the chances of surprises happening are always out there. Just….waiting…to spring out on you.”

The young man jump and was suddenly running before he knew it. He didn’t know why. He just had to get out of there. Away from the House of Lamentation and that creepy smile. Away to somewhere safe. Wherever that was.

***********

Barbatos’s eyes narrowed as he watched the intruder sprint away. The outline of his back fading quickly off in the distance.

He and Lord Diavolo would really need to look into what special power [Y/N] had to continuously snare demons into their web. They never seemed to try, but every week their seemed to be some new admirer. He and his lord would have to uncover what that power was, and find a way to harness it.

“Barbatos,” the butler turned when he heard his name and saw [Y/N] there calling to him. “Is everything alright? You seem annoyed.”

“Oh. Don’t worry [Y/N].” He told them with a bright, genuine smile this time. “Just taking care of some rats in the garden.”

“Oh no,” they said with a little giggle, “I hope there weren’t too many. I know how much you hate them.”

“Just one.” Barbatos told them. “But they won’t be back. Come, let’s rejoin with everyone and have some tea. I made a special blend I’m sure you will enjoy.”

[ramblingoak]

Jam Day

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 15 - Jam Session

Mountain x Rain (using a bonus prompt today but interpreting it a bit differently hehe)

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. It's sort of like a Satanic version of a Hallmark town. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Mountain has a little farm and sells flowers at the local farmer's market. Rain meets him there while selling his art. ~

Warnings: a bit smutty at the end, nsfw 18+ only, 800 words (thank you @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

Rain had fallen in love with Mountain’s farm immediately.

As an artist, the sheer amount of inspiration everywhere was overwhelming.  Beyond the flowers, fruit and vegetables Mountain grew and the handful of animals he kept the area around the farm was beautiful.  The thick woods, pond and rolling hills were a painter’s dream.  Rain’s fingers were constantly twitching, wanting to grab a pencil or a brush to start recreating the natural world around him.

Of course Mountain was inspirational in his own right.

After he had moved in, Rain had insisted on helping out around the farm.  He had learned that Mountain did more than throw some feed out for his hens every morning.  Each morning they would check over the fencing around the coup and the coup itself.  Apparently there had been an incident with a hellhound a few years ago and Mountain still felt guilty.  So when it came to his “Golden Girls” as he called them he was extremely protective.

The two goats that Mountain had adopted, Penny and Pepper, were a bit of a sore spot for Rain.  For one, if they were roaming around when he was out sketching or painting the little bastards were known to grab onto his paper or his brushes.  Basically anything they could get their little mouths around they would take off with.  Mountain and Rain had a standing date each week to visit Mary Goore at GraveYarns and replace whatever the two goats had taken.   

The rest of the farm involved the greenhouses that Mountain kept his flowers in, the main way he made money.  He spent many long days and nights getting his bouquets ready each week during market season.  When the market wasn’t going on he still sold them, mainly relying on anyone that lived in Lucifer’s Hollow that needed flowers for whatever reason.  But he also gave them as gifts, something Rain was very familiar with.

Mountain also grew a large selection of fruits and vegetables.  He sporadically sold them at the market with his flowers but he mostly used them in his own cooking, as gifts or gave them away to some of the local food banks in the area.  Rain’s boyfriend was amazing in the kitchen and that led to the water ghoul’s current dilemma: Jam Day.

Jam Day, as Rain had dubbed it, happened once a month in the summer.  As long as there were ripe fruits Mountain would take a day to make homemade jam, filling dozens of small glass jars with the treat.  The house always smelled amazing during and after, the sweet scent of the fruit permeating the air for days.  Even better, Mountain would smell like the jam as well.  Rain had soon found it impossible to resist him when this happened.

“Did you just lick me?”

“No.”  Rain flicked his tongue against Mountain’s neck again while he clung to the earth ghoul.  “Doesn’t sound like something I’d do.”

“If you’re hungry I could make you something.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”  Another lick, this time he dragged his tongue across Mountain’s pulse.  “I can wait.  Focus on the jam.”

“It’s kind of hard when my boyfriend is licking me.”  

“Mmm, speaking of hard,”  Rain pulled away enough so he could sneak a hand in between them and cup Mountain’s cock through his pants. “What’s going on here?”

“It’s very interested in the licking.”

Rain grinned and began to massage his cock, pleased to feel it hardening more under his touch.  His mouth was watering just thinking about it and he was torn between dropping to his knees right there or attempting to drag Mountain to their bedroom.  His boyfriend seemed to decide for him, sliding his strong arms around Rain’s waist and hauling him out of the kitchen and down the hallway to their room.  

“Wait, what about the jam?”

“The jam is fine, duckweed.”  Rain giggled when he got dumped onto the bed, rolling over just in time to catch an armful of earth ghoul.  “You are so distracting.”  

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Liar.”  

Rain’s retort disappeared into Mountain’s mouth.  Their tongues tangled with each other as one of Rain’s hands grabbed onto a horn, the other tangling in Mountain’s hair.  The earth ghoul’s hands were busy elsewhere, tugging at the drawstring of Rain’s pants and shoving them down far enough so his cock sprang free.  Rain broke away from the kiss with a gasp when a strong hand wrapped around him. 

“M-Mountain, fuck yes.”  

“It should be a crime to interrupt Jam Day.”  A disbelieving laugh bubbled up in Rain’s throat and he tugged at Mountain’s horns so he could kiss him again.  His boyfriend allowed it, grinning as he got closer.  “I’ll have to think of a suitable punishment.”  

“Plea—ah, yes—please.”

He pouted when Mountain pulled away, another ‘please’ on the tip of his tongue but when Mountain scooted down the bed and took Rain’s cock in his mouth the rest of it died in his throat.  

Fuck, he loved Jam Day.

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Colors of Different Hue (You) || Gun Park x Reader

cw: a bit graphic in one of the scenes, wc: ~5.2k summary: gun is a lovesick idiot but doesn't want to admit it third-person pov, fem nurse!reader, ooc gun (my delulu version actually), and reaally fast-paced a/n: heavily-inspired by 'Hotarubi no Mori e' story-telling, so there are lotsa flashbacks hehe

"Oooh, look who’s got a date today!" Goo giggled as he peeked back from the wooden porch facing his partner's backyard.

Gun almost had uncharacteristically gotten on his knees in front of the chairman to let him off on this specific day, and now this weapon freak's presence was about to wreck the day before it started.

"Not now, Goo. Why the hell are you even here?" Gun fixed his tie in front of his wide half-length mirror, scooped a generous amount of gel, and brushed his hair back neatly.

"Oh, come on, I was getting bored. Samuel wasn't picking up because of his Workers' Affiliate BS, and Logan has exams this week. For real? That guy should drop out already, it's no use."

"So you decided to stroll your way here to annoy me instead?"

"You got that right!" The blonde eyesore jumped up and hopped his way on square concrete blocks to one of the bamboo trees lined up along the fence.

"Whatever. You better leave the house before I do, or I'll stick that bamboo shoot you just pulled up your ass." Gun warned his house's intruder, who reached out to one of the young bamboo plants.

"Not everything is a katana, you anime samurai wannabe." He picked up his sunglasses and black coat and made his way to his Porsche parked in the space opposite the bamboo trees.

"Says the guy who bought a Japanese mansion in the middle of nowhere." Goo huffed a childish pout. "Jeez, I was gonna use these for cooking snacks, but you just had to give me a disgusting picture."

He gave the man in the car a side glance and sighed. "I was doing you a favor here, man."

-

The morning sun radiated a warm glow on the dark sheen of Gun's sunglasses as he swiftly drove through the outskirts of Seoul. The wide stretches of green pastures emerging from both sides of the road whistled a soft tune into his ears.

Unlike most people who want to live in extravagance with cameras shoved in their faces every single moment, there were times when Gun preferred to settle in a remote area, far from the reeks of city lights, where he could be alone with himself, his thoughts, and his hard-earned (i.e. bloodstained) money.

But of course, the nature of his work required Gun to be by his employer's side around the clock else his grand funeral wouldn't be much later.

So he made the best of these hand-picked moments when he could persuade his boss to grant him off-days.

-

Gun has the whole map of Seoul memorized from his monthly crusades and made that mental map involuntarily take the wheel and let his mind wander off for a while.

-

He pulled his car to a stop in front of a flower shop. As he got out, he noticed a gray umbrella hanging on a covered shed's railing.

'That bastard still owes me for that… and a shit-ton of money for losing in every bet.' But then again, he wouldn't have met Y/N if Goo didn't break his umbrella.

'Hah. No way I’m telling him.'

-

It was a stormy night with distant rumbles of thunder.

His eyes landed on a small figure of a lady in front of him and a bit to his right; the two were taking refuge under a mono-sloped roof of a bus stop.

Even with thick layers of bright-colored clothing enveloping her figure, Gun noticed her shivering with her arms crossed to her chest gripping her shoulders.

The man had nothing to do anyways beside impatiently waiting until the rain wanes, and everything else around him was too dull and gray to entertain him. So, his eyes remained on the peculiar lady, the only other color he could see; a color that penetrated even the darkest tints of his shades.

He examined her.

'The hell is up with this woman? It's not even that cold.'

-

Gun turned up an amused grin at the memory as he stopped over at a flower shop. He grabbed his coat and caught a whiff of lavender-scented detergent he recognized as Y/N's.

-

'Oh. It's her again.' Gun recognized the woman from the other day who had now crouched down to check his injuries. He tried telling her off but to no avail.

"I knew you were a gangster five meters away, dumbhead, but that doesn't mean these 'scratches' (as you called them) will heal themselves… I'm only here to do my job."

'Okay, lady. Be my pest.'

He yielded and rested his back against the brick wall at the end of an alleyway where this meddlesome woman found him.

A light trail of lavender caught his nose; 'That's odd…” his eyes lingered on the lady. “for someone with a sharp tongue and flashy style.'

Now that she's much closer with her hair tied up in a bun, Gun could examine her more closely. Unlike yesterday, she's in full white get-up now: a clean set of white scrubs matched with white shoes.

'A nurse, huh. Probably an intern because I'm looking at a fucking dwarf.'

…

"Shoot."

Apparently, patching Gun's 'scratches' made her miss the last bus.

"That's what you get for doing your job."

"Oh, shut up."

Droplets of pouring rain halted the bickering that was about the start.

…

Gun had to admit though, she did a stellar job mending his wounds.

Ego not permitting him to tell her his thanks, he nonchalantly dropped his thick coat over her head instead while noticing blotches of rain wet her uniform.

Recalling her trembling the other day, the self-proclaimed gentleman also offered to drive her home.

-

Gun's eyes lingered down his coat and figured he hadn't picked it from his wide selection of corporate attires to wear since Y/N returned it; he might've intentionally kept it there to let her fragrance rub off on his other clothes… or not, only he and God knew.

A bell chime signaled his entry to the shop, and a lady from the opposite end greeted him with a welcoming smile.

-

After paying for a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, Gun bowed and turned his heel to the wooden-framed glass door.

The cashier gave him a concerned look but settled with a short smile.

-

Gun decided to walk the rest of the way, paced long strides along the stone-paved sidewalk into the busier streets of Seoul.

Turning his head towards ordinary stalls he used to turn a blind eye to as flashes of Y/N’s twinkling eyes with her hand around the doorknob and an arm linked to his tattooed one surfaced.

A grin crept up to his cheeks.

Since their first encounter, Gun found himself driving past the hospital Y/N works at. Later on, it became a routine. Random nights when he stops by and waits for her at the bus stop in front to chat about each other's day or to give her a ride home, especially when it's raining. 

But of course, he took account of his schedule. He's a busy man, and his spare time, scarce; all of which however, have been filled in by Y/N the more they hung out:

Mondays to Thursdays, he would take the longer route to HNH Building, to have a cup of morning coffee (or so he says) at a restaurant near the hospital. Y/N would walk in, couple of squints later, then wave at him. 

"What a coincidence!"  she exclaims. "Yeah." he replies dryly. 

Fridays to Saturdays, Y/N's off-duty schedule. She would go to the public library to study for her weekly moving exams. It just so happened that Gun also reviewed for GED exams there (the real coincidence).

Surprisingly, Gun is good at memorization, so is Y/N at general trivia. It was effective mutualism.

Sundays were the wildcard. One is busy. Or both are busy. If neither, Gun would accompany Y/N to a random place she keeps going on and on about for the entire week or they would chill in his house (whether he wants it or not).

It's an actual miracle that Goo didn't catch them hanging out, really. Although, he had suspicions… getting a sweet trace of lavender in his partner's house when he barges in without notice (you don't just put "sweet" and "Gun" together). Or when Gun's mood swings become less and less frequent despite the blonde's incessant annoyance sprees.

Goo was itching to bully him for it, but he needed concrete evidence—the ones that would put the jackpot horrified look on the demon's stoic face.

Gun needs to be more cautious around his pest of a partner.

It won't be too long until Goo sees through his lies of checking into brothels on Sundays.

Ah, about that.

It's been ages since Gun set foot into one.

…

Huh.

Guess he found Y/N a more entertaining distraction from work than any bent back he broke.

They just… instantly clicked after their first encounter–like a string of Fate wrapped each of them in a disgustingly cute bow as a present for each other.

They were inseparable. One was the other's breathing space: from Y/N 's tiring hospital duties and from Gun's major crew business.

They were each other's pieces in the puzzle they didn't know were missing.

Friends... they would call each other. But were they really? Might've been even more if they knew what the force that attracted them to each other actually was.

(Ugh. Fate was having none of this folly.)

-

Gun stifled a laugh. A lot has happened in the short time he met her, yet there's still a lot to be unpacked for this lady.

-

"W-wait!" Y/N huffed, holding up a hand between her and Gun. "Not the one to use gender cards here but… go easy on me here, man. Clearly, you have the men's advantage in stamina." Y/N pouted at Gun with what seemed like an attempt to do a puppy face, but she only looked like a constipated shih tzu to him.

He raised an eyebrow but maintained his stance.

"Oh, cut the bullshit, woman. You run around the hospital 24/7. Sparring should just be a piece of cake to you."

"Still–"

"You think those harassing fuckers were the same brats you fought in middle school and go easy on you because you're a girl?"

His eyes scanned her from head to toe. He sneered.

"I bet bruises aren't the only thing they'll leave you had you let your guard down."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

"Anyway, I don't know why you're suddenly so adamant, teaching me how to fight." Gun didn't answer, earning a glare from Y/N.

"Besides, I only wrestled those wimps back then to keep them from bullying other kids. That doesn't mean I'd actively engage in one now," She put her hands up in the air in surrender and crossed her legs to sit down, to which Gun loosened up.

"...unlike SOME people."

"You did last time at the park." He jeered.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Well, duh. Those two creeps kept pestering me, asking for my number. I also texted you, but you left me on read. Did it look like I had a choice?" She eyed him daggers.

"Could've at least used your strength for something genuinely helpful, you sadist."

"Which I did, your punches were getting slow, and you couldn't defend yourself for two whole minutes when I got there, so I finished the job for you. Good work lasting for even a minute."

He was lying, of course.

As soon as he read her message, he sped to the location she sent. When he arrived, the fight had just broken out with Y/N caving in one of the creeps' faces with her clenched fist. He saw her give the other one a solid kick on the ribs and counter back with a knee to the face.

He could tell she had fighting experience, despite sluggish, with those limbs; and he just watched her fend for herself until she wore out…

He cringed.

Yeah… he is a sadist.

"You're right. Let me make it up to you by making you tea then." She used that as an excuse to end their training for the day as she stood up and went to Gun's kitchen.

The latter watched her back disappear in the hallway.

With how their conversation went, it seems Y/N isn't interested in becoming his successor at all. She already rejected him before he could even offer it.

"I guess beating people up for money isn't her 'cup of tea.' It's way easier than having a hospital suck your life out."

…

But not long after, when they were on their way to a cake shop Y/N wanted to check out, some weak-ass thief was also on the loose and unfortunately chose Y/N to be his target. 

Yes, that's right. Unfortunate for the thief.

Long story short, Y/N's hospital will get another patient.

Gun looked at the disfigured face of the stupid fucker with beaming pride at what his student is capable of (Y/N dislikes the idea of Gun calling her his student, though).

He then turned to his masterpiece with a pleased grin and noticed her with arms across her chest while shaking.

"What are you doing?" No response; she was uttering something with her eyes closed.

"I am safe; I am strong."

…

She seemed shocked.

'Eh. It'll pass. I taught her enough to deal with punks like these.'

-

The sun's afternoon rays peeked from the thin linings of thick-smoked cumulonimbus clouds. It dulled the shadow of the man walking on copper-bricked pavement.

Gun heaved a deep sigh. A couple of months ago, he was laser-focused on managing their debt-collecting business, then working as Crystal's bodyguard and finding a successor.

That felt ages ago somehow. His recent calendars have been him dealing with Y/N's antics. Not that he was complaining, he found it amusing to know a woman he could see eye-to-eye on things. No strings attached.

There was something about how she looked at him; neither a hint of fear nor looming intimidation.

Just warmth.

Warmth that melts the iciest of his glares. A soft smile that ebbs his turbulent chaos. Words that tear down his barriers, strip him off his 'Shiro Oni' persona, leaving him with just plain Jonggun Park.

He's also seen patterns of her behavior: the way her eyebrows arches up when she looks at him, the glimmer in her eyes when talking about her pets at home, her nose scrunching up as she recalls medical acronyms, her fingers curling up as she tucks strands of her hair behind her ear, her pouty lips and rosy cheeks when he teases her (his favorite). He memorized them all; and still she continues to surprise him with more.

Stitch that with mood swings and annoying outbursts, and you have Y/N!

How can a woman be so complex yet so... normal?

'One moment she gets mad when I keep my clothes all over the place in my own house, but then when I visit the hospital, she's the one who was all over the place herself with stress and panic...'

-

"The hospital was packed when you came in; it was just bad timing. I'm perfectly calm most of the time." She huffed.

That didn't convince him one bit.

-

She continued to weave questions into his mind.

'What was this weird fixation on this lady? How very unlike me to have interest in anyone beyond their physical strength. When did I start to…'

She does have a slightly above-average physical strength; he wouldn't have batted an eyelash at her if he didn't see potential.

Was that the reason why he was so drawn to her, though? Did Gun ever really sit down and mull over his odd relationship with the quirky Y/N, who is living a life opposite to his?

…

Oh.

...

That IS the very reason he got attracted to her; the fact that she's composed of a lot of things.

Unlike him, who lived the script laid out for him, she wrote her own.

Unlike him, who has only ever seen the thick crimson stains on his shirt, the light gray smoke he exhales from his cancer stick, and the overall black-and-white world he's caged in, hers was made up of different shades of life, the different hues of people she met, and different flavors of memories she savored.

All of them painted a picture of a woman that spilled color onto anyone she touched--including him.

She showed him what lies beyond his dog-eat-dog world.

-

"Dude, tell me. You're actually blind, aren't you?"

'Ah, shit. Here we go again.'

"Your eyes were gouged out in a fight and you spent years training with your remaining senses, didn't you? Now, you're hunting to seek revenge on those who wronged you."

Y/N gasped at her eureka moment. "I cracked the code."

"Cool backstory you've built there, but no. How the fuck could see the road if--"

"Or maybe you are a famous celebrity! They always wear sunglasses to hide their identity."

"Ever heard of famous celebrities getting into gang fights?" Gun knows one, though. But Y/N doesn't.

"..."

"There's your answer."

"Ditch the sunglasses then, you hitman try-hard." She pouted in dismay and looked away with her crossed arms on her chest.

"It baffles me how you still wear them even in training. Even now, you look more like my bodyguard instead of a friend. What the hell?!"

"Then, deal with it."

"Gah! You insufferable prick!" Y/N buried her face in her arms on the table.

Gun stared at her small figure with the very eyes that tickled Y/N's curiosity.

He had long forgotten what his inborn eyes looked like… those wretched eyes.

He'd rather gouge his eyes himself had he failed to unlock his unconscious sense.

He hated those eyes.

He hated how they made him look vulnerable and inferior.

He hated how "soft" they were and made people deem him incapable at a young age. Gun eventually made them eat their own words.

But most of all, he hated how they began to resurface around Y/N and became more frequent the more they hung out… he didn't want her or anybody to see his image that's been long since buried.

So Gun dulled them out with tinted shades. 

"Hey."

He called to break the awkward silence.

No response.

Gun leaned closer. At the same time, Y/N looked up.

He was caught off guard when she suddenly sandwiched his face between her palms.

"Hehe. Gotcha!" She snickered.

His sunglasses loosely fell down the bridge of his nose. Y/N caught a view of his ebony eyes for the first time, at which her eyes widened.

"Gun, your eyes..." Naked eyes meet each other for the first time. Locked as time stopped. Her sudden perplexion eventually subsided, turning soft as she rubbed his cheek.

"They are pretty."

He didn't know which pair of eyes she was looking at right now. But it didn't matter anymore.

The red string was dusted off to clarity.

-

He was taught to discard his humanity aside and embrace his pitch-black monstrosity all his life. Since then, that was all he saw--darkness. The void he had ever known engulfed all colors visible in the spectrum.

On the other hand, white emitted them, like how her ridiculously bright-colored clothing pierced his dark-tinted sunglasses. Her comforting rays of light were outstretched for him to latch on.

It was no wonder how he was captivated by her, ensnared in her mere presence.

He was a pathetic moth bewitched by the warmth of her lamp's flame. It was blinding. He knows she is a whole 'nother kind of destructive, and he shouldn't come close, yet her tiny blaze's euphonious crackle, egging on him to inch closer, lulled him into submission.

He was an Icarus flown to her scorching sun. He knew she would destroy him all along, and he let her.

-

Gun stopped in his tracks at the sight of Y/N 's family nameplate. He collected himself and took a deep breath.

"What a surprise, Jonggun! Are you paying Y/N a visit?" Her mother greeted him with a warm smile.

"It's been months, young man! We missed you!" Her father guffawed, lightly smacking Gun's back.

"Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. L/N." Gun bowed his head and offered them a box of cupcakes he remembered Y/N was gushing about. He appeared calm in front of her parents, but he couldn't meet their eyes–not like they'd notice anyway.

-

Gun snapped his eyes open and landed on Y/N below him; her eyes closed, and her hair sprawled messily around her. She looked ethereal with white draped over her peaceful form.

He got so used to seeing her face filled with intense expressions that her relaxed face seemed fresh as her other features popped out.

It's like falling in love with her all over again.

God, does she look beautiful right now.

She resembled an angel with wings spread on the cold, hard ground.

…

Ground?

…

…

Color drained from Gun's face as he got pulled back to reality at the sight of carmine ichor oozing from Y/N 's side, seeping through the stitches of her white dress.

It… it all happened in a blink.

She darted towards a lost kid who aimlessly crossed the highway, unknowingly about to get hit by a speeding car. She pushed him to safety and took the hit.

The lady beside Gun shrieked in panic and frantically fished out her phone to call an ambulance.

'She might not make it if we still wait for the damn thing.' He knelt down and checked for response and airway in her system.

She was unresponsive but breathing.

He knew this method. With how frequently he and Y/N were together, how she talked 80% of the time, more often than not, she had run him down the basics of first aid, even if they were out of the blue.

'Must've thought I didn't pay attention, huh? Too fucking bad, Y/N. I always listened to you.'

He carefully roamed his hands on various parts of her unconscious body to check for severe bleeding.

'Shit. Three of her ribs are broken. Her right arm is fractured, and she's rapidly losing blood.' His calloused hands cupped the side of her face where her silky strands loosely hung.

'Her temple is also bleeding, probably from the impact when she hit the ground.'

Blood. All too familiar. It never left Gun as soon as he got his first kill.

The sight of blood shouldn't faze him. But his hands were trembling the more he realized how grave her condition is.

It took everything for him to stop driving his fingers to her hair despite being spotted with dried blood. He withdrew his hands and brushed his stray locks back instead in an attempt to keep his composure.

He was planning on taking her to the hospital himself or treating her in his house (he already has enough nursing supplies for his personal use, but Y/N constantly nagged him to buy more for emergencies). But, in her current state, he couldn't carry her otherwise the issue with her ribs gets worse and affects her internal organs, if they weren't already.

"For emergencies, my ass. Can't use them right now, can I?"

Funny how Y/N remained her composure and even kept their banter going when she first treated Gun. Just goes to show that she IS calm at work.

It's kind of ironic now that they've switched places, though. Even if Y/N taught him all this medical stuff, Gun still couldn't do anything more helpful than wait anxiously for the fucking ambulance.

Gun pinched the bridge of his nose. These injuries wouldn't be a problem for Jinyoung Park. Gun could certainly vouch for that, as he and Goo were regulars in his lab when they were still on probation… when the man was still borderline mentally stable.

He would phone him immediately if he wanted to but decided against it because God knows what that maniac would do to her now at his current state, if he even agrees to tend to her injuries.

Gun withdrew his coat and covered Y/N 's upper body. He rested his left hand on her cold ones in hopes of delaying Death's touch on her.

Honestly, he was at a loss--which was a first; he didn't know what to do with it. But Gun knew he had to stay with Y/N until help arrived.

He curled his hand around Y/N's.

"She is safe. She is strong… She isn't alone."

-

Gun found himself uttering the same chant again as if in prayer.

He always viewed Y/N as a warrior shielding the weak, a saint devotees pray to for protection. She had always put others' well-being above hers--a trait befitting of a nurse.

But that overshadowed the image of blood and bones beneath her soft, paper-thin skin as it was under the guise of a rigid exterior.

Fucked up it may seem, but Gun knows he isn't at fault entirely for what happened: Y/N made her decision, was well aware of the consequences, and still chose to do it.

Even so, he could feel a stinging pang in his chest, telling him that he should've caught up to her had he ran and pushed Y/N and the stupid boy himself. But the four major crews were at peak then, so he ultimately chose to do nothing.

And it tore his heart--something he thought had been long abandoned.

The 'heart' was meant to be just an empty hole where every last bit of tenderness was carved out of his chest. The hollow pit that reminded him of his decision to walk the path of blood… was forcefully filled with infectious laughter, sweet melodies, and soft rhythmic heartbeats of life.

The words "Gun" and "sweet" didn't seem uncharacteristic when put together now, huh.

-

He gazed at what remained of her longingly, reminiscent of memories they'd shared, despite short.

"You painted my heart in different forms that I can hardly call it my own anymore."

Gun's grip on the bouquet tightened.

"We shouldn't even have met--we're worlds apart, for crying out loud. But Fate decided to fuck around people and chose us, I guess."

But at least he was able to see the world in color--for the first and last time.

He was never meant to have it, anyway.

…

…

...

"PFFT--"

Gun jolted on his seat as laughter echoed around the room.

Y/N wheezed. "I didn't know you could be so poetic, Gun Park!"

It took a moment for Gun to process his surroundings.

He is currently in Y/N's bedroom. A relatively small space compared to his bedroom, which is infinitely wider. Her room looks more lively and festive than his empty one, though.

Other than her working table, everything else was decorated with strings of polaroids, LED lights, and stuffed toys ranging from tiny crocheted keychains to life-size pillows randomly decorated the room.

Wow. There's a whole new world to be explored in here.

Gun waved his trailing thoughts away and finally faced Y/N, who sat on her bed. Her lively demeanor didn't cover up her poor condition though, which is painfully understandable.

He should've brought medical supplies that were piling up in his house. And cupcakes, really? He didn't go out for a picnic.

Well, it's nothing worse than her in a casket.

He cleared his throat.

"More importantly, how long since you left the hospital?"

"Two months."

"And you never even contacted me once?"

"Well, you've never visited me since… the accident. I thought you simply forgot about me, you being a busy person and all."

-

He TRIED to forget her, for Christ's sake.

After Kouji tracked the bastard's location with the car's plate number he sent, Gun didn't waste a second and pummeled the hit-and-runner to death.

Then… he carried on to another chapter of his life, as usual.

Gun wholeheartedly believed Y/N was just another fleeting name in his book, just torn scratched pages of requiems lacing love songs that weren't supposed to be written.

So, he let time help him forget.

Spoiler: he never did; he just couldn't. How could he when everywhere he looked, he saw her?

-

"I was… busy at work."

"See? Anyway, that's okay. Don't sweat it, man. My prank made up for it." She laughed it off.

Gun prepared himself for the worst when he entered Y/N 's house; he felt his stoic façade crack as a flash of disappointment in Y/N's face was conjured in his mind.

Her cheerful welcome (sneaky prank) washed all of his worries away.

In the end, it was better than what he anticipated.

"So, how are you feeling?"

She frowned, an eyebrow arched up in disapproval.

"The Gun I know doesn't give a shit about 'feelings'. Who are you and what did you do to him?"

He deadpanned. "Just… answer the question."

"To be honest, I feel like shit right now. Being bedridden for months? Getting injected with pain relievers, tons of prescriptions and rehab sessions, everyday? Now, I know how my patients felt…"

How talkative for someone feeling like shit. Even so, he let her talk–like how they usually did. It felt melancholic.

"...and I was finally discharged. They said I can go back to work when I'm fully recovered." She sent him a toothy grin.

Her eyes landed on the bouquet in his arms, and cocked her head to the side.

"Are those white chrysanthemums?"

"...Yes." He could almost see a question mark form on her lips.

"Dude, you thought I died or something? Why bring 'mourning' flowers?" She giggled.

"No? But…" He set down the bouquet on her bed.

"I heard that they have other meanings…"

"Oh? What are they?"

He plucked two flowers from the bouquet and inched closer to Y/N.

'Eternal…' he tucked one of them behind her ear.

'...and devoted love.' he pried her hands open and placed the second flower on them.

Gun rested his forehead on her shoulder, his eyes welled up at the contact.

He couldn't say the words out loud.

Not after leaving her when she was at her lowest.

...

Ugh.

This isn't how he planned it to go.

He really did love her--but he was also selfish. Distancing himself didn't do any better for the both of them; quite the contrary.

Would stitching back the torn pages heal their wounded hearts this time? Let their colors paint over the dried stains of their past and turn over a new chapter?

-

Splashes of rain decorated her bedroom window. The colors in her room desaturated as evening enveloped the sky.

"Gun," Y/N held his arms, squeezing them. "It's getting dark. I'm gonna turn on the lights."

"Let's… stay like this for a while." was Gun's only response.

…

Their close proximity. The familiar scent of her detergent. The nostalgic periods of tapping raindrops. The yoke of her shirt getting wet.

It was similar to their first meeting but a little different.

Y/N felt him shake. She chuckled and rubbed circles around his back.

"What's up with you, dummy? It's not even that cold."

[ofdirtandbones]

Hi!! Your blog is literally the best thing, I like your vibe and I've been subscribed for so long. Actually you made me fall in love with goblincore aesthetic and I am so grateful for that. I also really like your educational content, like when you're talk about nice "weeds", harmful lawns, crafts, bugs and so on

Do you know anything interesting about bindweed plant? This is my favorite flower. I feel offended when people call it "useless harmful weed". Local gardeners in my village hate it so much. I feel sorry for the little plant idk

I'm doing my own research right now and you seems experienced. I hope bindweed is going to be appreciated just like dandelions

You don't know how happy this message made me !!! I'm so glad you like my blog so much and the educational content I reblog ! All those things are so important to me but I know most of it isn't "conventional thinking" so I scream about it everywhere on the internet hehe Also very happy I made you fall in love with goblincore ! I think it goes much beyong the aesthetic and really changes the way you view and interact with nature ! Anyways bindweed ! I really don't think I know much more than you ! I've talked about it with other people when I worked in a botanical garden. I also think it's a really gorgeous plant ! I have some old art where I've drawed bindweed in the backgroud hehe To start : It will spread quickly I really recommend controlling it and not introducing it yourself in an area !!! Lots of plants do what bindweed do without the extra (intensive) labour of controlling it. It can smother other plants and cover large areas ! But it dies back in autumn (and will sprout again from its roots). What I'm about to list is the things it's great at if it's already there. It really helps with biodiversity, it's really good for pollinators. Bindweed helps shade the soil and provides habitat for lots of different bugs, brings up moisture,,, Which provides a great home for earthworms. It's also great for soil integrity ! It has deep strong roots which is always a good thing and helps hold soil in place. It helps heal low calcium areas by bringing calcium from deep in the soil to the top of the soil, making it available for other plants. It basically helps your soil heal after it has been disturbed. But it also thrives in high calcium areas,,, It's very resilient and not picky about where it grows. It's a plant that will show up when nature starts reclaiming an area ! It's one of those pioneer plants ! It will die once a healthy forest grows (takes like a century sooo). It's high in nutrients so the vines make great compost if you have a high heat compost (otherwise please don't compost it lol it needs to be at least 60C in there ok) or if you completely dry it before composting (no seeds !) You can give hedge bindweed it's own treillis/structure as it's a pretty decorative plant. It's great to cover a fence since it grows so fast haha but don't let it spread elsewhere

[gyatt-the-life]

daisies ✿

a fanfiction about my otp, chuck behler x jeff young from megadeth. both of them are kemonomimis, jeff being a deer and chuck being a saint bernard. both of them use she/him, they will occasionally swtich. i'm gonna kill you charlie.

no warnings, just fluff hehe

recently, jeff had moved out of the studio. everyday, he would receive gifts on his doorstep, no matter what it was, there was always a white, wilted daisy that was ripped out from the ground, some dirt on the stem. he was so puzzled by it, he couldn't go on without knowing who was throwing some flowers at his door.

♡

one morning, she would stand right behind his door around the time the flowers were dropped off. once she heard some scampering, she would immediately open the door, just to see a blur dashing away. "hey- HEY! COME BACK!" she blurted out before he would hop over the gifts left over his porch. she would then skedaddle on his small deer hooves in attempt to catch the culprit, ending up failing.

♡

the next morning, jeff couldn't bear the fact he had some.. weirdo admirer or something. after some thinking, he would leave his house before walking over to the old studio. maybe it was dave or junior playing some assholeish prank on him. there was only one way to find out.

♡

once jeff arrived, she banged on the door, "open up dave, you jackass!" he said, seemingly pissed off as she placed his hands on her hips. after a few minutes, her eyebrows would furrow. she was extremely impatient. she would then walk around the house before jumping the fence, falling on the ground with an 'oof,' her hooves clumsily bucking in response.

♡

once jeff looked up, he would notice a familiar back towards him, digging around in the dirt. his eyes would widen slightly as he would dust himself off, standing up straight before creeping up behind the figure. he found himself staring down at .. chuck? the bernard's tail was wagging behind him as he dug around the dirt, pulling out a white daisy with his teeth.

♡

when chuck turned around, he would immediately glance at jeff, his face flushing. "oh, uh, hey dude.." "it was YOU?" jeff shot back, her face filled with disbelief. chuck would giggle sheepishly, slowly spitting the flower out into his paw. "i'm surprised you didn't find out sooner." chuck said with slight amusement before she would glance up at jeff, slowly reaching up and placing the daisy behind jeff's antler.

♡

"i hope you like flowers," chuck whispered before placing a small peck on jeff's jawline.

[hotarutheconscience]

MORE OCPOSTING! Hehe, now we have a single mom and her two children, Susanne, Royle and Rose. They are unremarkable Imperial citizen... Oh, wait, Susanne is Slaaneshi cult leader! I am tired of Slaanesh being either [redacted] god or artsy god. What about a cult of peaceful cottagecore life? Something cosy, wholesome and not dirty, to contrast the grimdark? But more under the cut.

Susanne was a good person initially. And could be considered an example. A peasant, who lost her husband to the Imperial Tithe, she raised her son and adopted daughter all alone.

Having grown up in poverty, without a father, she hoped to find a good husband and settle down with him on a cozy farm, grow a garden behind a white fence and bake pies every Sunday after service. An exemplary mother of two wonderful children, she is ready to help anyone who is having a hard time. She is kind, merciful and hardworking, thanks to her charisma she managed to rally a community around herself, the same people. In the darkness of the dark future, having passed through hundreds of small and large trials, she managed to achive her dream.

The cost was selling her soul to the Prince of Pleasure. In despair, not wanting to lose her beloved son like she had already lost her husband.

She's an incredibly charismatic cult leader. Her gift is to turn aggression into a desire for rest. The opposite of war. Everyone who enters her blooming gardens will want to stay there for a while longer. For eternity, maybe? She is the Mother, every young guardsnmen misses, she is a Wife and alder officer has left behind. Why leave? She cares. she bakes cookies and pies, she listens and understands. Is it hypnosis? Or a basic desire for rest, which is played by dark powers? No one has found out yet. No one has escaped the gardens.

Royle is a mama's boy. A dreamy young man who always helped Mom. He has always understood how hard it was for her and admired her strength. Following her example, he learned a lot about housekeeping and was ready to take over the management of the flower shop and bakery if necessary. And his plans definitely did not include service in the Imperial Guard. He is still loyal to his mother's cause and grateful to her for the opportunity to get away from the Imperial Cult. He is the heir of Susanne, tirelessly mantaining the order in their peaceful village. He never refuses to help, he is nice, friendly.

Rose, on the other hand, didn't have much of a choice. She serves her mother's cause faithfully. She is a talented psyker, but she is not sure, if they are going the right way.

[spyroforlife]

hey does anyone want a preview of a Flower Husbands smut fic I'm writing set in Double Life

of course you do

nothing nsfw is happening with this specific excerpt but uhh content warning for Scott being a mean top I guess, but everything is consensual here

---

“Yeah,” Jimmy agreed. “You know what I’m into. Please, use me.”

“Alright. Since you asked so sweetly. Kneel.”

Jimmy didn’t respond immediately, staring at him. He was starting right now, out here?

“U-uh, shouldn’t we go-” Jimmy started to say and Scott’s eyes flashed. He grabbed his chin in a hard grip, raising his face toward his, expression turning cold.

“I’m sorry, are you the one in charge here? No, that’s right,” Scott said as Jimmy tried to shake his head. “You’ve forgotten your manners. But that’s fine, I’ll train you back up. Now don’t make me ask you again. Kneel.”

Jimmy’s face burned as he lowered himself onto his knees. He thought about how anyone could come by and see this, sure there was a fence but it wasn’t that concealing, and Ren or BigB could easily look down from their territory and spot them.

“There you go, good,” Scott said, voice gentling. He stroked Jimmy’s cheek, running his fingers lightly against his ear tufts. “I missed you too. I was willing to wait until we got back out, but look at you. So desperate for me already. You’re such a sweet little canary, so pretty and fragile, but you crave being used, hm? And not just used… broken. Again and again.”

Jimmy stared up at him, swallowing at the promise in Scott’s words. “Y-yes, sir. Please.”

---

...hehe :3c

[elspethdekarios]

WIP ask!! Meeting Morena?? I have to know what El thinks about Morena and vice versa

hehe in short, they get along great. Morena is the opposite of El's mom in every way so she really appreciates having a mother figure in her life. Idk how I feel about what I've written, but here's part of it:

“Brace yourself,” Gale says as they approach his childhood home. “You’re about to receive a hug tight enough to crack your ribs.”

The house is a pale yellow with dark wooden beams criss-crossing the exterior and a matching wooden fence along the sides. A trellis abundant with vines and white flowers stands over the gate, which opens to a stone path leading to the front door. The path cuts between the front garden, a patch of tomatoes, peppers, and herbs on one side and various magical plants on the other, the front wall of the house lined with beautiful pale pink rose bushes. A light cloud of smoke rises out of the chimney, leaving a hint of firewood lingering in the crisp autumn air.

“It’s so cute, Gale!” Elspeth says as he unlatches the gate. “You grew up in an actual fairytale cottage.”

He stops walking to look at her.

“You grew up in a capital-H House which may as well be a miniature palace, and you’re impressed with my mother’s quaint little bungalow.” 

She smiles and nods. “It feels like a real home.”

“You truly are the woman of my dreams.”

He kisses the back of her hand and they continue to the front door, which swings open before Gale can even reach for the handle. Morena stands in the doorway, her wide mouth smiling to reveal perfectly straight and white teeth, cheeks pushing up her kohl-lined eyes, laugh lines and crows feet showing off years of love and laughter and certainly some heartbreak from the troubling adventures of her only son. Her eyes and hair are deep brown, like his, and a portion near the front of her thick, wavy hair has grayed with age, framing the right side of her tan face with a strip of silver. She takes in the sight of her son for a brief moment before pulling him into a hug. A head shorter than him, he hunches over to rest his chin on her shoulder and she squeezes him close.

“My boy,” she says, her eyes closed, savoring their reunion. “Oh, my boy. How I’ve missed you.”

“Hi, mum,” he says as she loosens their embrace, still holding him at arm’s length as if to make sure he’s really there. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“One of these days you’re going to give me a heart attack, Gale–you know that, don’t you? I never–”

“Yes, I know, I’m sorry–”

“And poor Tara’s been just as worried sick about you–”

“El, this is my mother,” he interrupts. Elspeth’s been grinning ear to ear as she watches their reunion, admiring the bond they share.

“Oh, dear, where are my manners? I’ll get onto Gale later,” she shoots him a look that says I’m not done with you and reaches to hold El’s hands. “Elspeth. It’s so lovely to meet you.”

Morena pulls her into a hug, and Gale wasn’t lying–she’s stronger than she looks. El savors it, a mother’s hug. “It’s lovely to meet you, too,” El says, Morena’s presence already warm and welcoming. She smells like creamy, floral amber spiced with incense and a loaf of fresh bread straight out of the oven.

“Come in, come in,” she beckons when she lets go of Elspeth, motioning them into the house. Gale gestures for El to walk in first, and Morena shuts the door behind them. “Take a seat, and I’ll grab the tea.” 

Gale leads Elspeth to the dining room table and pulls a chair out for her.

“On your best behavior, I see,” she teases him.

He plants a quick kiss on top of her head before taking a seat next to her. “Not trying to get reprimanded in front of my fianceé.”

“Is that Gale?” comes a familiar voice from the sitting room.

“Hello, Tara.”

The tressym jumps onto the table, stretching her front legs and pushing her tail into the air. A low purr resonates from her as Gale scratches above her tail.

“Lovely to see you again, dear,” she says to Elspeth before settling into a cushion near the window.

“You too, Tara,” El says. “Caught any good pigeons lately?”

“I haven’t had to,” she replies. “Mrs. Dekarios’s cooking is far superior.”

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi, ari! This is my first time sending u an ask..nervy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ what fantasy creatures would different jujutsu kaisen characters ? Like fae, centaurs etc. Dont be hesitant to unleash ur creativity! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ could I take 🪄 ?

NICE TO MEET YOU 🪄 ANON that’s a great emoji pick…. i approve of your taste >:3 aaaaa and such a fun question too!!!! i’ve thought of this before but this was a great opportunity to make up my mind on it…. i’m on the fence for a lot of these but. hear me out!!

(i thought it’d be fun to just go for all my favorite characters, but i’d love to hear your own takes on some of these/others i didn’t mention 🪄 anon!!)

you said i was allowed to be creative so!! i decided to twist the assignment a bit…. some of these are fantasy creatures, others are more supernatural or mythological!! :3 i hope that’s okay hehe.

with that being said…….

satoru gojo

i’m on the fence between vampire and fae…… literally any kind of fair, pretty creature with a terrifying nature. vampire makes a lot of sense to me — pale and pretty and far too good at convincing you to let him linger near your neck… but there’s something really good abt fae!gojo too. a cute, charming creature who’s actually really horrific. skilled at tricking people. he invites you into the woods with the promise of a good time and before you know it you’re…. wedded to the fairy king? somehow???? no matter the option gojo is pretty chill tbh. not evil, just… mischievous :3 but he’s more than capable of being terrifying when he wants to be.

suguru geto

ANY KIND OF WATER CREATURE!! the one i always end up going back to is näcken…. a water spirit masquerading as a naked man, dutifully playing his violin by the river…. luring unsuspecting locals close so he can drown them <3 just like satoru he’s beautiful and terrifying. i momentarily considered a centaur too. i think that fits him!! centaurs are usually depicted as teacher figures in mythology and that’s just very suguru to me. and ofc i have to mention ghosts because they’re my favorites + suguru literally haunts the narrative of jjk <33 he’s a pretty sad ghost i think… just can’t let go of his grief. it consumes him and seeps into the air no matter where he goes. if you suddenly wake up to a freezing room and the flickering of your bedroom lights, it’s probably suguru.

shoko ieiri

say it with me: WITCHHHHHHH ‼️‼️‼️‼️ this is the highest form of praise btw i LOVE witches they’re my absolute favs (along w ghosts)... and shoko is obviously a witch!! there’s no other option. she’s charming and crafty and i would let her boil me into soup ANY day <333 definitely has a cat…. for the record i do think she’d be a terrifying witch. morally dubious. almost leaning towards a mad scientist type… but she’s usually kind if you treat her with respect <333 sometimes makes flower crowns with the local children. she’s less cordial with adults, though. (if you hear any screams from her cute little cabin late at night, it’s probably best not to mention them <3)

kenjaku

on that note!! here’s a REAL mad scientist <33 i’m on the fence between witch and a frankenstein-esque creature for kenjaku…… as a witch he’s even MORE horrific than shoko. has no morals whatsoever. might invite you over for a nice cup of tea and a chat, but you better not bore him <3 he’s sick and twisted and i like him very much. but i think frankenstein is too fitting not to mention…. he’s both the doctor AND the monster and i think that’s so sexy of him. dr frankenstein was a coward and a bitch but kenjaku is nothing like him!!! he experiments on himself dr jekyll style as he should.

toji fushiguro

werewolf. enough said. he rips people apart w his teeth and looks good doing it!!

nobara kugisaki

dragon!!!! idk why but. my brain tells me it’s the only good choice and i believe it. she’s a dragon girl!!! fiery and wild and brutal. curious and greedy. sleeps on a pile of gold <333 she’s just so cool and fun and i love her so bad…… has a big ol toothy grin and sharp horns and breathes fire………. kidnaps princesses but only to save them from bad situations bc she’s a #feminist and she treats them so well :((( i can imagine a fairy tale au where everyone talks about the cruel dragon who’s been terrorizing villages and castles….. meanwhile the dragon in question is having a tea party w her favorite princesses <333 she’s so cute!!

megumi fushiguro

like father like son <333 by which i mean i can’t pick between werewolf and vampire. i think he’s probably a hybrid? werewolf by nature, vampire by choice?? idkidk i just think it’d be neat if it tied into his backstory and character…. his choice to leave the zenin clan behind and find his own family…. and either option just makes sense. he’s a stoic, pretty vampire but also a wild werewolf…. probably still a polite boy at heart though. doesn’t even bite!!!

mai zenin

MY LOVEEE MY LIGHTTTTT mai is a siren. that’s all. i don’t even need to explain it just makes too much sense??? her beauty and her connection to the sea….. yeah. she’s 100% a lesbian btw that’s canon to me <33 lures men in with her looks and voice so she can drown them but spares the women. she’s that kinda siren (the best one imo!!)… aughhh i just think she has the loveliest silkiest voice and the most beautiful scales :((( sunbathes on rocks…. flashes her sharp teeth at whoever interrupts her……. yeah.

fumihiko takaba

my silly little guy <333 tbh i think takaba is some kind of alien lmao BUT i’m still gna go with ghost :3 a special priviliege from me to him. i also just think it fits him so well…. he’s a funny ghost. but also a sad ghost. contrary to geto he’s completely harmless, just…. can’t seem to let go of his regrets. haunts comedy stages because he misses performing so bad :((( he just wants someone to talk to!!! likes playing pranks on people but they’re always very silly, not dangerous at all. if you ever slip on a banana peel you’re sure wasn’t there just a second ago, it’s probably takaba’s fault <3

[the-void-writes]

All the plants and nature for an OC of your choice ☺️ (Or Josie and Pedra hehe)

Thank you so much, sweet Timi!!! I’d be happy to answer for the pirate wives!

BOUQUET - Create a bouquet for them! What do those flowers mean? Are any of the flowers their particular favorite?

Pedra and Josephine are gonna have one huge mesh of flowers lol:

Orange Tulips - Understanding

Yellow Tulips - Happiness (literal translation: “There’s Sunshine In Your Smile”)

Red Roses - Passion and Romance

Calla Lilies - Attraction

Lily-of-the-valley - Purity, Happiness, Luck, Humility

MOON - What is your oc's greatest wish? How far are they willing to go for it?

Their greatest wish, out of everything in their lives, is to be themselves. Their expected lives back home would have prevented them from being their true selves. They ran from home just to find a place to be free together, and they finally found that place in Paradise.

Their next wish is to have a family, which they never got around to until they met Sophie. They adore her more than anything on earth.

VOLCANO - How bad is their temper? Is it a slow boil, or an instant explosion?

Pedra doesn’t like being angry because she saw too much of it from her mother. She wants to be very chill, and she won’t even raise her voice to anyone… unless someone threatens her wife or child, then she’ll destroy them.

Josephine has this silent, icy stare of disappointment that runs deep through a person if they’ve pissed her off. Other than that, she might yell a bit at someone ridiculous Pedra and her friends do, but it’s mostly out of exasperation.

HIBISCUS - Do they have any allergies?

Not presently, but as a joke, Josephine will say she’s allergic to Dante (they all have a playful antagonism with each other).

MAPLE LEAF - What is their favorite season? Why?

They’re both summer ladies. Warm air with cool breezes on the water, perfect for sailing and fencing.

FALLING LEAF - Do they enjoy being in nature? What is their favorite outdoor activity?

Pedra adores nature, Josephine is starting to come around to it. She hates spiders and thick jungle overgrowth stuff, but she does love the look of the sea. Their favorite activity is sailing around Paradise’s oceans.

SUN - Are they a morning person? What is the first thing they do in the morning?

They’re typically morning people, but when there’s nothing to do and Sophie is with another pair of parents, they like to sleep in and… enjoy their personal time lol. Otherwise, they’re up making breakfast and heading to the market.

SPIDER - What is their biggest fear? Do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Josephine is “apprehensive” of heights, but she’ll never say she’s scared. Pedra knows and tries to keep her comfortable.

Both of them have an underlying fear of waking up one day back in their old town, no friends or daughter or marriage. Their life in Paradise is better than anything they ever could have predicted, and another day in their miserable old lives would be worse than death to them.

ROSE - Do they like valentines day? Have they been confessed to before? Have they confessed to anyone before?

They adore Valentine’s Day! They choose it as their anniversary since being on a boat and then over 200 years off of Earth messed with their sense of time. Though they do remember one special party together, which was the night they realized they were truly in love.

SEE-NO-EVIL - What’s a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Josephine: Any sign of weakness or hesitation. She wants people to see that she’s capable and more than willing to fight for her family.

Pedra: The depression she still has over her family and her old life. She may finally have everything she’s ever wanted, but she feels like she didn’t earn it and there’s only a matter of time before it’s all taken away. Josephine and the others do their best to prove that they’re not going anywhere.

SPEAK-NO-EVIL - What is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

Each other. They had to hide their relationship around their families and they hated it, so now they make sure everyone knows they’re in love and as happy as can be.

They also brag about Sophie to everybody, but that’s something the whole kingdom does anyway.

HEAR-NO-EVIL - What is the worst thing your oc could hear from someone?

Josephine: Anything about how she can’t do something; like loving a woman or pursuing music as a career when she’s expected to be a rich man’s housewife.

Pedra: That they don’t support who she is, or that she’s just delusional or confused about her identity.

SEEDLING - What is their most vivid memory from childhood?

For Josephine, it’s piano lessons with her mother. Their dedication to playing cemented her love for music.

For Pedra, it’s the day she went into town and saw the most sophisticated, beautiful older lady. Pedra said she wanted to look just like her, and her mother made a rude comment. That day opened Pedra’s eyes to both her identity and how far her family’s support would go.

CLOVER - Do they believe in luck? Are they lucky?

Pedra believes in luck, Josephine has to beg her to still be careful because they’re clearly not being protected by some god. Eventually, they both believe in luck because they end up with the most amazing kid they could ever ask for.

EARTH - Will they give up the world for someone they love? Is this decision easy for them?

They would have given up all of Earth for each other and their family, no questions asked. Giving up Paradise is a different story, though they’d be more inclined to do it for their daughter.

MILKY WAY - What was the inspiration behind your oc? What was the first thing you decided about them?

The first thing I ever decided about was their love for music. The whole Paradise setting was originally just a jazz lounge with wacky shenanigans (quite a leap between the past and present lmao), and these two were some of the seasonal stars. Then the whole kingdom thing happened, and these ladies became pirates.

[juniper-sunny]

*arrives in disguise with fake moustache and big hat*

Hi, I'm not @beardedladyqueen at all!

I wanted to ask 2 questions about 'aktr'!

What are the reader's other duties, in addition to making illustrations? 

Will Knight!Noble!Finn reappear ? Will there be Marcus ? 😀

Goodbye, Fellow tumblerina

* run away*

oh hi there @beardedladyqueen -- I mean, anonymous-- what fabulous glasses you have! Hehe

So about twice or three times a week (depending on the weather), Reader will go into town and talk to the townspeople, checking in on them and hearing out their grievances and just generally making them feel heard and cared for by her family. She'll also handle matters that are too petty and small scale for her parents to handle, like a farmer's fence being broken and some of their chickens escaping. She'll send someone to help out in cases like that.

She also has her education, which includes history, math, etiquette, politics, science, religion, embroidery, music, diplomatic relations, etc. Her parents want her to be a well-rounded, worldly person, but they also definitely want to make her into good wife material lol. The illustrations she makes are for her father's scribes, who write out books by hand. She also travels once or twice a year to other cities to learn what the world is like outside of her father's lands.

Fun fact: her favorite subject is botany because as a kid, she used to want to run away. She did once but ran out of food and it was too cold outdoors lol. Then she realized she didn't know anything about surviving out in the wilderness and became envious of trees, because the only things they need to survive are fresh air, rain, and sunshine. They don't even need to move around to get it, as long as they've planted roots in a good place. This grew into a general interest in plants, especially flowers. As an adult she's much more grateful and content with her current life.

As for Finn and Marcus, it's unlikely they'll show up in the fic but I also don't want to say "never". I never want to close the door on any writing ideas because you never know where the writing juice will take you haha.

Thanks again for the ask!! <3

[weemssapphic]

We have bushes, some small flowers, two pear trees and two larger trees with trees along the edge of the fence. Then we have two small vegetable gardens wich I'm proud off

oh that sounds so lovely! i always manage to kill any sort of vegetables we have (we had some tomatoes last year but we didn't manage to get them through the winter 😅) so major props to you hehe

[daz4i]

Which restaurants/food places would you take each of your f/os out to and why?

ooooo i won't answer for all of them bc otherwise we'll be here all day but maybe the current main ones 👉👈

veritas - i think we'd just try new stuff all the time, with emphasis on trying cuisines from all over the world. variety is important 🔥

nikolai - food markets for sure for sure. we are NOT sitting down anywhere it's all little dishes and walking around

argenti - a hidden garden cafe sort of place. i recently saw some pics of small cafes hidden behind large like, fence bush thingies of flowers and that just seems perfect for him 🥹

bonus jing yuan (bc i'm still not sure if we're at f/o level yet hehe) - takeout babeyyyyy we're not going anywhere‼️‼️💯💯💯

[mkeio]

wanted to do this w impala hehe

1. what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

despite getting better at maintaining himself, he still has the scent of burnt firewood ingrained into him.

2. what would their blood taste like to vampires?

according to astarion, his blood has a tangy flavor to it. a touch of hell in it, if you would.

3. how would they kiss their LI?

at first, impala’s kisses are very awkward and lacking. he’s also very hesitant. over time though, his kisses become more delicate. he also gets a bit nippy as he’s parting.

4. how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

impala has really odd sleeping patterns, usually taking up awkward positions and moving throughout the night. astarion tries to ignore it but ends up moving elsewhere, if he’s able. though, astarion enjoys impala’s warmth (impala does Not like how cold astarion feels).

5. what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

he prefers to keep his tent tidy and simple, making it easier to pack and move. after seeing how the others are, he starts collecting things during their travels. namely, he collects flowers and such, pressing them into his journal.

he likes to have his tent covered as much as possible and wants to be as close to the campfire. just enough to feel the warmth of it at night when he’s journaling.

6. if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

7. do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

he collects keys and, as mentioned, flowers. the keys are more-so a habit from his past life as a debt collector. he keeps two key rings: one for actual use and one for the miscellaneous ones

8. if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

impala’s stepmother had a huge library filled with so much knowledge and secrets of the world. however, impala was more drawn in by the melodramatic dime novels and terrible romances. he was particularly fond of the dramas involving vampires.

9. if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

karlach and him butt heads a lot. despite coming from similar brutish approaches, their idea of how brutal to be does not align very often.

10. do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

speak with animals for multiple reasons.

firstly, he loves talking to animals. as a kid, he would talk to his stepmother’s panther, nosferatu. as an adult, he would talk to scratch and howl (the owl bear cub).

second, he tries to avoid anything surrounding necromancy and the dead. too much baggage.

11. what are their thoughts on clowns?

he used to be terrified of them but right before his mom passed, he finally got used to them.

he was really excited when “dribbles” picked him out in the crowd.

12. their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

it’s gale and shadowheart always. they stay behind in camp often.

at first, it was small things like how impala doesn’t have any expressions. but after impala rejected gale, it turned into them talking shit about him and astarion. they never mean it (at least, shadowheart doesn’t).

13. what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

he loves harmless practical jokes and lame riddles.

his laugh isn’t much more than a string of snorts. he sounds like a pig when he laughs.

14. do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

he and wyll have one: “you missed a spot.”

during down time, they spar with one another. similar to fencing but they have a twist where you’d need to hit three points on the opponent. they say it to each other so much during these sparring sessions that they started saying it during actual combat (normally when the fight is done).

15. what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

impala’s plain garb - “simple clothes for a simple minded man. impala doesn’t need to burden himself with the thought of looking good for his dreams.”

16. what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

impala’s underwear - “as expected.”

17. how do they celebrate their birthday?

he didn’t for a very long time and made it a point not to celebrate it.

gale was the first person to organize a party of sorts for him. though, per astarion’s suggestion, he didn’t overdo it. mostly.

after that, he just tries to plan a small get together with his friends.

18. what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

he would try not to watch the same thing over and over but... he would also really like the sopranos and shows similar to that. big into drama, that guy.

19. do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?

of course i do! it is just his name for the title and the credits to the artist that drew the cover.

i also have one for him and astarion:

20. if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

a small variety of things, i think. naturally, his two key rings. there’s also his journal, some sepals from flowers from flowers he’s picked, and his pouch of gold.

occasionally, he’ll be holding onto stuff like a dagger or two and handwritten notes (written on the back of letters he’s taken from dead bodies).

[albatris]

y'all remember those flowers I planted